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so i listen to the wind for an answer
She would always be there. Well, she would try. She would try to be there for everyone whenever they needed her and whenever they didn’t because she knows, all too well, what it’s like to have everything and everyone taken from you. It’s a pain that never leaves, one that only dulls around the edges but the knife always stays firmly between your ribs. It’s a wound that does not heal, does not go away, perhaps does not even fade. Your mind simply becomes numb to the pain.
Slowly, others fill in your life around the ones you have lost. Slowly, the pain becomes a friend, a reminder that you are alive just like the startling red of your blood when it trickles down a leg. Wrongness hangs in the air around her now, the knife poised to take even more from them. Yet here they are, stuck in limbo without their Gods, without a clue where to begin, without a hope of winning. Perhaps it doesn’t matter though, winning. So long as they live, so long as they have each other, does it matter where?
The Edge had become her home just as Morham had once been her home. She could live anywhere, she knew that. What she didn’t want to do was live without the friends she had made, without the faces that had kept her going when there’s been no reason for her to do so. She cannot stomach losing them again as she once lost her family. So here she is, trying to be everywhere, trying to be everything, even though in the end, she is nothing so important as that.
The form on the cliff is familiar, and one she hasn’t seen in so long that her hearts, perhaps literally, skips a beat. The winds picks up a bit with her excitement and relief (a wave of it hits her and it’s like breathing when you never even realized you weren’t). Lyanna lets out a nicker in greeting, making her way to join her friend on the cliff, extending her nose to touch the mare on the neck if she’ll allow it. “Ru,” she says, the wind whipping her words up and away. She cannot bring herself to ask how the girl is, because dread hangs in the air, because none of them were okay. Though right now, that didn’t matter because at least she was here.
Slowly, others fill in your life around the ones you have lost. Slowly, the pain becomes a friend, a reminder that you are alive just like the startling red of your blood when it trickles down a leg. Wrongness hangs in the air around her now, the knife poised to take even more from them. Yet here they are, stuck in limbo without their Gods, without a clue where to begin, without a hope of winning. Perhaps it doesn’t matter though, winning. So long as they live, so long as they have each other, does it matter where?
The Edge had become her home just as Morham had once been her home. She could live anywhere, she knew that. What she didn’t want to do was live without the friends she had made, without the faces that had kept her going when there’s been no reason for her to do so. She cannot stomach losing them again as she once lost her family. So here she is, trying to be everywhere, trying to be everything, even though in the end, she is nothing so important as that.
The form on the cliff is familiar, and one she hasn’t seen in so long that her hearts, perhaps literally, skips a beat. The winds picks up a bit with her excitement and relief (a wave of it hits her and it’s like breathing when you never even realized you weren’t). Lyanna lets out a nicker in greeting, making her way to join her friend on the cliff, extending her nose to touch the mare on the neck if she’ll allow it. “Ru,” she says, the wind whipping her words up and away. She cannot bring herself to ask how the girl is, because dread hangs in the air, because none of them were okay. Though right now, that didn’t matter because at least she was here.
lyanna
aaaaahhhhhh <3 @Ru
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